•Chloe's POV•
I woke up to the sound of the furnace kicking on. My eyes slowly peeled open to see the sun setting over the horizon through the window just as a midnight blue began to take over the sky.
I pushed myself up onto my elbows. I blinked a couple times, waking myself up completely before I slipped out of bed.
As I entered the living room, glancing out the front window, I realized something. There aren't any vehicles in front of Zayn's apartment.. not his motorcycle, not the sports car, or the Excursion.
Did he already leave for the party without me? Shit, how long did I sleep?
I rushed back to my room and quickly looked around my bed for my phone. I frantically threw the sheets and duvet around until my hand came in contact with the cellular device.
It was seven fifteen p.m.
When do these kind of parties start anyway? Hell, for all I know it could have started hours ago.
I sighed and sat on my tousled bed in disappointment. That is, until I heard a knock from the front door.
I sprung to my feet before sprinting down the hall and into the living room.
Without even checking through the peep hole, I yanked the front door open.
I was greeted by those deep, golden eyes and that perfectly chiseled smolder.
"Hey, babe."
His voice sent chills to go venturing around my body as I shyly smiled up at his towering figure.
His wondering eyes traveled, making heat flush through my cheeks as I tucked a strand of my hair behind my right ear.
"Hi, Zayn." I spoke with a small voice. His name tasted like chocolate against my tongue.
"Are you ready?" He asked and licked his lips, his eyes piercing into mine.
"Yeah, hold on." I rose my index finger up for a second before rushing back to my room, leaving the front door open for him.
I quickly brushed a comb through my hair and lightly coated myself with some sweet smelling body spray.
Tugging on my converse, I almost fell on my face as I hopped on one leg and switched to the other.
I laced my shoes hastily before leaving my room and escaping back to Zayn.
He was casually leaning against one of the sofas when I stepped back into the living area.
"Ready now?" He smirked.
I nodded, sliding my phone into my pocket while walking over to him.
He draped his arm over my shoulders as we left my apartment and out to the cool evening.
"So what usually happens at these kind of parties?" I struck up a conversation as we made our way down the steps.
"Drinking, dancing, smoking, music, sex. And maybe a couple fist fights. You know, the usual." Zayn answered and I instantly bit my lip as my nerves got the best if me.
"Hey, don't worry babe. It'll be fun." He smiled down at me and I almost trusted his word on this.
When we reached the bottom of the stairs, I spotted his motorcycle parked by the sidewalk.
"We're taking that?" I asked, freezing in my steps and pointing to the bike.
He chuckled lightly before turning around and facing me.
"Yes, Chloe." He said and my heart skipped a beat. "C'mon, you'll like it."
Zayn grabbed ahold of my hand and gently tugged me over.
He sat on the seat, revving the motorcycle up with a loud roar as my body jolted.
He laughed while shaking his head side to side, causing me to blush horribly.
He looked back up to me through those long lashes as his mouth formed an open smirk.
He nodded his head, gesturing for me to get on and I slowly obeyed.
I sat onto the cold, leather, seat and wrapped both of my arms around Zayn's torso.
"Comfortable?" He turned his head a bit as he spoke and rested his hands on the handles.
"Yeah." I lied.
The bike flew down the streets, as I held onto Zayn for dear life and squeezed my eyes shut, pressing the side of my face to the back of his jean jacket.
"Hold tight." He said mischievously and I did just that.
The wind blew my hair around wildly as I clung to his firm body, causing my heart to race.
I opened my eyes just as I felt the bike slow down, my nerves going down as well.
I looked up and saw a towering house. Probably two stories but a bit bigger than usual homes.
I stepped off of the motorcycle just as Zayn turned the ignition off, causing him to laugh.
"You really hate this thing, don't you?" He chuckled while getting off and shoving the keys on his pocket.
"It's actually not that bad. Just a little... thrilling." I tried to put it in the nicest way I could think of.
He laughed once again while sliding a hand through his hair, making it stand up more than it already was.
"I like your hair." I blurted and instantly regretted the words after they flew out from my mouth.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
I do like his hair, I like it a lot actually. But why the hell did I just say that? I'm an idiot.
His eyes brightened as he snapped his glance down to me.
"Thanks, babe." He grinned and my body flooded with relief.
He set his hand at the small of my back, leading me into the house as I glanced around the yard. It was completely deserted.
"Why isn't anyone here?" I wondered out-loud.
"Because the party doesn't start for another couple hours. This isn't the party house anyway." He cleared as we entered the front door.
"Then where are we?" I asked, a little worried.
"The gang house, sweetheart."
My eyes widened just as we walked into the front room, the smell of smoke filling my nose instantly.
It all made sense now. The bars on the windows, the way we drove out to the middle of no where, the 'Keep Out' signs on the fence.. shit.
I grabbed a hold of Zayn's arm as the faint sound of a television and people talking came in contact with my ears.
"I'm back, boys!" Zayn shouted to anyone that could hear.
"What's up, mate?" I heard a familiar voice answer him.
I snapped my eyes infront of me where a living room was set up a few feet away from us with the television on.
The guy with the short, brown, hair and cute smile was grinning over at us from the couch.
"Liam." Zayn whispered in my ear as if he'd read my mind.
"Hey, love." Liam greeted me as he stood from the couch and made his way over to us.
"Hi, Liam." I spoke quietly while tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear.
He opened his mouth to say something, just to be shut up by a loud thumping coming from upstairs.
"GET OFF OF ME, YOU FUCKING BASTARD." An Irish accent shouted in a playful tone mixed with howls of laughter.
"Don't mind them, Louis and Niall are always wrestling." Liam chuckled, shaking his head.
"Immature fuckers." Zayn muttered and I couldn't help but laugh.
"Hey Chloe." A raspy voice greeted from behind me.
I turned myself around before my eyes narrowed, trying to see who the figure was that was leaning against the wall in the shadows. Plus, the smoke in the air didn't make it any easier to see.
"How are you?" The guy asked again and leaned forward, letting his face into the light.
Harry. That curly haired boy that intimidated the living shit out of me.
"I'm fine-" I began but was cut off by Zayn grabbing my hand.
"I'm taking her up to my room." He declared and pushed passed Liam, dragging me over to the stairs.
I looked over my shoulder and smiled at Liam while he smiled back with a friendly wave. My eyes blinked to Harry who was still staring at me with that smirk on his lips. He lifted his hand and wriggled his fingers in a goodbye gesture just as Zayn pulled me onto the second floor.
He led me down a dark and smoky hall, the floor was squishy underneath my feet due to the very fluffy carpet.
Zayn stopped abruptly and turned the knob on a door before popping it open, the smell of pot instantly filling my nose.
The room was pitch black besides the tiny bit of light peeking in from the hall. He shut the door behind us, leaving me completely blind.
I felt his fingers release mine before there was shuffling heard around the room.
I heard Zayn curse multiple times, probably due from him tripping over who knows what that was on the floor.
Before my eyes could adjust to the darkness, a bluish-purple light illuminated the room in a beautiful glow.
I looked up to where it was coming from; above a four post, king size bed, was a space cut out in the ceiling filled in with a lava lamp looking substance of blue and purple.
I smiled in awe as I watched the globs of deep colors move against each other.
"You like that?" Zayn's voice yanked me out of my gaze as my eyes blinked back over to him.
He was leaning against one of the walls with a blunt already in between his fingers as he puffed out thick smoke.
"It's pretty." I smiled and looked at my shoes.
"Make yourself at home." He nodded towards his bed and I gulped.
Slowly, I moved the canopy out of the way and climbed onto the mattress before leaning my back against the headboard.
"I know you don't do drugs, but do you want a cigarette?" Zayn smirked as he made his way over to the bed.
"Sure." I nodded and he immediately pulled a packet out of his pocket.
"There should be a lighter in the nightstand." He informed and handed me one of the lung murderers.
"Thanks." I smiled at him as he sat at the end of the mattress.
I leaned over and stuck my hand into the top drawer of the bed side table. I had to move a few pocket knives and pill bottles out of the way before I finally found a little green lighter.
I held it up to the cigarette in my lips and slid my thumb down the metal slider, causing a little flame to light up.
I sucked the substance into my
lungs and let it relax my tense body.
But the nerves soon came back as Zayn rested his head on my lap as he stared up at the lava lamp type light in the ceiling.
My eyes widened as I watched him blow smoke rings out of his lips, my heart racing.
"Relax, Chloe. I'm not going to hurt you in anyway." His words caught me by surprise as his mesmerizing eyes looked up into mine.
"Oh, I know. I just-"
"Don't bullshit me, darling. I know when someone is nervous." He interrupted with a smirk.
I blushed and looked away from him as I bit my lip.
"You don't have to be scared of me, alright? I won't ever hurt you." His voice lowered in volume and became much more softer.
My eyes connected with his and I nodded, believing what he had said.
I really don't think Zayn would ever hurt me, I know I've only known him for a little, but I feel as if I could trust him with my life.
He rose his hand up, tracing his thumb across my lip and breathing slowly.
I leaned down as his eyes never left mine, our mouths inching closer and closer together.
"LET GO OF MY DICK, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" A scream bellowed from the room next door, causing both Zayn and I to jump.
"Shut up!" Zayn shouted with a slight chuckle as I leaned my head back against the headboard.
Thanks for ruining the moment, whoever you are.
"Sorry love, maybe later." Zayn winked before getting up on his feet.
He smushed his blunt in an ash tray before running his hands through his hair and yawning.
"Ready to go?" He asked, turning to me with a bright smile.
